How odd,
Cold brr last eve,
Tonight forty -two deep pink singed the air,
The horizon was like a written page that wrote itself,
Retracing other twighlights,
Lovers caress,
Recalling the salty sweet last kiss,
Bygone smiling days,
Warm nectar aroma caressing lovers cheeks,
The last tear ,
A failed romance,
Babies’ first breath,
Lovers recalling that letter home,
A soldier honor bound,
Bombs bursting in air,
A somber celebration ,
A flag draped coffin,
Taps drifting past heroes remain,
Dust on a cloth,
Val Whitewolf 